The richest man's parents were kidnapped, and his adorable son captivated the entire family.

“Our investigation revealed that the original data first appeared on an anonymous server located in Eastern Europe. But this was just a cover for a cover; the real source was hidden in the transmission chain behind it.”

K continued, his eyes never leaving the screen: "We track the 'digital watermarks' left by the data packets at each node, which is the only oversight on their part. These watermarks contain fragments of specific coding structures, as well as asynchronous changes in transmission timestamps."

The screen switched again, and the entire team's attention was focused on the final generated fund flow chart:

Countless intertwined funding routes, nodes, virtual accounts, and transit platforms extend like a spider web, ultimately converging on a few offshore accounts that have undergone layers of laundering.

The most crucial arrow ultimately points to a set of information:

That was a company registered in secrecy.

After a thorough investigation, a familiar name emerged: Gu Chengji.

K's voice remained calm as always: "Although it cannot be directly proven that Gu Chengji himself ordered the forgery, the source of funds and the ultimate beneficiary are highly consistent. The shell company he controls recently paid a consulting fee to a financial simulation firm, which is a globally renowned 'digital credential forger' with a history of multiple violations."

He turned around, put his hands behind his back, and said expressionlessly, "This is the strongest chain of circumstantial evidence we can build so far. The specific operators... are very likely a dedicated forgery team hired by that shell company."

Gu Yinshen stood in front of the large screen, silently looking at the picture, his eyes as cold as ice.

Every flow of funds, every node, is a bullet. He finally found the first shot to strike back at the second wife's family. Although it couldn't hit the nail on the head, it was enough to shatter the moral facade they had created.

He spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful: "That's enough."

He turned to K, his gaze sharp as a blade:

"K, this report, encrypted, placed under the highest level of protection, and physically isolated backup."

"No one may touch it without my permission."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, a nearly forgotten clue resurfaces in the shadows.

Xie Yumin, wearing a beige trench coat and a baseball cap pulled low, quietly entered a dilapidated electronics repair shop in an urban village. The iron gate was half-closed, and demolition slogans were posted outside the shop. The walls were mottled, and the paint was peeling off.

She walked through the corridor filled with old electronic waste and came to the back room.

This is a secluded room separated by a cotton curtain, containing several haphazardly stacked hard drive arrays and soldering stations. The air is filled with the pungent smell of solder and dust.

The only person inside was a young man with messy hair and wearing slippers, codenamed "Screwdriver".

He was a tech geek who had worked with Lao Gui for a long time, a genius who could recover all the data from a burnt circuit board.

"Sis." He tilted his head, looking at the glowing graph on the computer screen, a lollipop dangling from his mouth, but his gaze was more serious than ever before. "I've been working on that damn old ghost's plate for three days... and finally managed to get some results."

He pressed the Enter key, and a video started playing.

Blurry, black and white, extremely shaky.

"It's only a dozen seconds long, and the image quality is even worse than that of surveillance cameras, but I'm certain that it was recorded by a warehouse camera that was hacked and the compression rate is very high."

On the screen, a surveillance video from a corner of the warehouse appeared.

In the dim light, a woman wearing sunglasses and a hat handed a dark-colored document bag to a tall man opposite her. Although both tried their best to conceal their identities, the woman's slender figure, slightly turned face, and expression were still noticeable.

Xie Yumin recognized her at a glance; this person was Ruolan.

Although the man had his back to the camera, in a fleeting moment when he turned to the side, one of his wrists slipped out from his suit sleeve, revealing an extremely rare and dazzling watch.

Xie Yumin's heart tightened suddenly.

That's the Patek Philippe Starry Sky Tourbillon Limited Edition.

No more than five are held in the entire Asian region.

She had personally witnessed Gu Hongtao wearing it at one of the Gu family's annual dinners.

She stared intently at that frame, her pupils constricting, and murmured to herself, "It's him...it's Gu Hongtao..."

"Screwdriver" also came over to take a look: "Sister Yumian, this watch is so rare. Although we can't be 100% sure it's his, you said you saw it with your own eyes, so it's basically a 90/100 chance."

He continued to analyze the background of the image: "Looking at the structure and the paint style on the edges of this warehouse... I compared it with several old warehouses in the city, and the one that looks most like it is 'Hengfa Logistics Warehouse No. 3' in the western suburbs."

Xie Yumin nodded slowly, but her heart was beating faster and faster.

Although the video was blurry and the evidence did not meet legal standards, Ruolan's figure, her unique watch, the secretive handover, and the warehouse clues were enough for her to conclude:

Gu Hongtao, that old fox who always sat in a high position on the board of directors of Gu Corporation and appeared calm and neutral, was the real mole who secretly colluded with Ruolan and orchestrated all these conspiracies!

She sat up straight, her fingertips trembling slightly, but her eyes were firm.

Even if this path is extremely dangerous, even if this step might be the beginning of her falling into a trap, he still has to go to the warehouse.

Soon after, he arrived at the warehouse in the western suburbs.

At this moment, Xie Yumin, dressed in black, quietly approached from the bottom edge of the wall behind the warehouse.

She kept her cell phone signal off the entire time, her eyes were alert like an eagle's, and her fingers gripped a mini tactical flashlight tightly.

The main gate was locked, and the iron bars were rusty. She did not rush in, but quickly went around to the northwest side, where there was a long-neglected ventilation shaft. The metal mesh had long been corroded and fallen off. All she needed to do was use tools to pry open a few loose supports.

She took a deep breath, slipped lightly inside, moved as nimbly as a cat, and landed almost silently.

The warehouse was empty and silent, the air thick with the smells of oil, mildew, and rust, as if each breath was a slow, dull cut. Piles of discarded machine parts and broken containers surrounded the area, covered in dust, the floor mottled and uneven.

Xie Yumin crouched down and, using the faint light of her flashlight, carefully checked the location along the shooting angle in Lao Gui's video. She quickly compared the images in her mind and remembered the point of intersection, which was the pile of wooden crates next to the third container against the corner.

She stepped through the tattered tire pads and the clutter, finally reaching the corner.

The spotlight fell on an overturned wooden box. She crouched down slightly and carefully brushed away the dust and debris.

Sure enough, under the wooden crate, she found a cigarette box that had been crushed, the brand of which was the one Ruolan often smoked.

Beside it, a half-footprint was imprinted on the accumulated dust, slightly blurred, but the distinctive sole pattern was still clearly discernible.

Xie Yumin's eyes sharpened. She recognized these Italian handmade custom leather shoes; they were Gu Hongtao's usual brand, with its unique eight-tooth totem pattern. She couldn't possibly mistake them.